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Strana 12 - Rejoice over her thou heaven, and ye holy apostles and prophets; for God hath avenged you on her.
Strana 220 - Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ; The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow ; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers.
Strana 403 - I will pay my vows unto the Lord, in the sight of all his people : in the courts of the Lord's house, even in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Praise the Lord.
Strana 260 - Now, like moonlight waves retreating To the shore, it dies along; Now, like angry surges meeting, Breaks the mingled tide of song : Jubilate, Amen. Hush...
Strana 89 - Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up. After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight.
Strana 102 - T length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid Deep in Thy darksome bed ; All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone Thy sacred form is gone ; Around those lips where power and mercy hung, The dews of death have clung ; The dull earth o'er Thee, and Thy foes around, Thou sleep'st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.
Strana 9 - But will God in very deed dwell with men on the earth ? Behold, heaven and the heaven of heavens cannot contain Thee ; how much less this house which I have built...
Strana 402 - Through our Lord Jesus Christ thy Son, who with thee liveth and reigneth in the unity of the Holy Ghost, God world without end. Amen.